Joan walked out of the bedroom when she heard faint noises from the living room. A frown registered on her forehead as she walked slowly to the living room.
A hairbrush was in her hand and a spoon hung in her mouth when she approached the living room.
Santiago paused from taking off his shirt then turned when he heard quiet footsteps behind him. His eyes widened before it went back to it's normal size. A smile crossed his lips when he stretched his hand for Joan to take.
"You were seriously going to attack me with a hairbrush if I was a real burglar?" he kneels on the couch and pulled her by the bathrobe that wrapped around her body. His arms rests on her hips while he stares at her nose.
"I didn't... it couldn't... ugh!" she stuttered and smacked her forehead lightly. She removed the spoon from her mouth "I know how to defend myself" she rests her hands on her hips, an eyebrow raised in challenge.
Santiago chuckled, his eyes dropped to her lips then went up to her eyes shielded by a pair of black-rimmed glasses.
"With a hairbrush and the spoon in your mouth?" he teased.
"Oh please," she slaps his chest lightly and he faked a hurt look. "You should have seen how I attacked the last burglar that came into our house when I was a teenager" she flipped her hair behind her shoulder "That man was never the same again" she said, her chin up in pride.
Santiago raised one of his hands and put them back around her waist.
"Okay, I give up, you win" they locked eyes "I believe you can take care of yourself" Joan grinned. "And now that you have a husband, you can leave him to take good care of you" he buried his face in the hollow of her neck and she let out a satisfied sigh.
"Santiago" she let her fingers run through his soft hair while he breathes in her scent. "H-ho-how was your d-day?" she stutter a question.
Santiago leaned back to look at her. "I had quite and eventful day, and..." he released his hold on her to grab his jacket.
He fetched an envelope then hands it over to Joan who was sitting on the couch.
"I got you a little present" he sat beside her and watched as she carefully and slowly opened the envelope, revealing a folded paper.
She looked at him and he encouraged her to go ahead which she did.
Joan read the content of the letter and her eyes went wide like saucers, her lips parted and she turned to look at Santiago.
"You..." he nods in response.
"Yes, I did."
"Oh my God Santiago" she wrapped her arms around his neck, trying to get over the news.
"I just wanted us to get past this so we can focus more on the big picture"
Joan folded the papers then turned to him. Her eyes shone like a little girl who got all she requested for Christmas.
"How did you get this done? When did you do it?" she inquired, a smile on her lips.
Santiago felt a relief breath escape his lips by just looking at her happy face. He brushed a strand of hair from her face.
"About a week ago, was just waiting for the results" he shrugged.
"This is great, she wouldn't have to be on our necks anymore with all those pregnancy shit-oops, I swore, sorry"
Santiago chuckled. "It's fine." He turned so his full body was facing her. "You're gonna swear when we get real down, eh" he wriggled his brows, a wide grin plastered on his lips.
Joan looked at him in confusion then it occurred to her what he meant and her eyes widened.
"Oh, you just put an image in my head" she shook her head and adjust her glasses.
He reached for her glasses and took them off. "They make you look sexy but I rather have nothing standing on the way of me looking into your beautiful eyes."
Joan laughed and looked away, trying to mask the blush creeping in on her cheeks.
He drew closer to her and held her face, her eyes reconnect back with his. His eyes dropped down to her lips then up to her eyes.
"If..." he loses her hair from the messy bun it was tied in. "...you don't want this" he ran his fingers through her slightly messy hair then brushed the hair from her face behind her ear. "Tell me," he leaned in so his lips brushed the tip of her ear. "I'll always wait till you are"
Joan sucked in deep breath for a second and slowly let it out when he kissed her neck lightly. She could feel the tickle in her toe.
She reached for the rope keeping her robe together then loosen it. She exposed one of her shoulders and arched her back, so she was closer to him.
Santiago heart rate heightened when he leaned back to look at Joan. He could feel the heat smearing through his body, the blood rushing through his veins.
His eyes locked with her desire-filled ones. She looked like she wanted what he wanted.
He took off his shirt and the wife beater he had on, then leaned closer to Joan, guiding her back till she was laying on the couch.
Joan could hear her heartbeat ramming so hard and fast, the heat was slowly seeping through her, and going south.
She touched his biceps then ran her hands till they were behind his head. He leaned in and closer and closer, their lips fanning against each other and closer till their lips connected.
They took in deep breaths as their lips moved against the other. Hands roaming, body connecting, breath mixing. His fingers felt like fire against her skin as they travelled to her shoulder and removed each strand of her bra, lips still connected.
Joan could barely catch her breath, her hands caressed his biceps, one of her hands went to the back of his head, fingers running through his hair when he starts kissing her cheeks to her neck to her shoulders.
Muffled sound of satisfaction escaped her lips. Her eyes closed, her back arched towards him.
"Santiago" she let out softly.
Santiago felt his muscle tense when she said his name. He felt hot, he needed a release and she was his release.
He left kisses on her neck, shoulders, cheeks, behind her ears. He raised his head a bit when he traced kisses down to her chest area.
His eyes locked on her hooded ones, chest heaving up and down as they tried to catch their breath, eyes locked for a moment, then Joan pulled him closer for a kiss.
His fingers were quick to unhook her bra and he trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses from her jaw, down to her neck, her shoulders, then to her chest, earning soft satisfying sounds from Joan.
The night continued with their bodies joining together in unity, soft groans and moans filling the living room till they reach their peak and lay bare on the floor, in each other's arms.
Santiago's hand over Joan, her head on his chest. Sweat stuck to their skin like a glue.
"We should get a blanket" Joan muttered between deep breaths.
Santiago frowned then looked down at her. "You're cold?" he rubbed her arms.
"Oh no" she stretched her hand a bit. "Pretty chill" she yawned.
"I care about you Joan" he kissed her forehead.
Joan smiled then bit her lower lip. "I care about you too Santiago" she whispered.
Santiago hummed while caressing her hair. Many thoughts still ravage his mind and he needs to get to the bottom of this mess they are in.
He needed to talk to Stacy first.